“Ahora este es mi mundo ... El mundo del electrón y el conmutador, la belleza del baudio. Yo hago uso de un servicio que ya existe sin pagar por lo que podría ser barato como el polvo, si no estuviera en manos de glotones hambrientos de ganancias, y ustedes me llaman criminal. Yo exploro... y ustedes me llaman criminal.Yo busco detrás del conocimiento... Y ustedes me llaman criminal. Yo no diferencio el color de piel, ni la nacionalidad, ni la religión... y ustedes me llaman criminal", comienza la carta dejada por el hacker.
"Ustedes nos engañaron, y nos mintieron y trataron de hacernos creer que era por nuestro bien, ahora yo soy criminal. Si soy un criminal mi crimen es la curiosidad. Mi crimen es el juzgar a las personas por lo que dicen y piensan, no por lo que aparentan. Mi crimen es ser más inteligente que ustedes, algo por lo cual nunca me olvidarán. Soy un Hacker, este es mi manifiesto. Ustedes podrán detener este esfuerzo individual pero nunca podrán detener a todos mis compañeros... Después de todo, TODOS SOMOS IGUALES", concluye la misiva.
Tambien había en la web un video llamado "CyberProtest", en el que podían verse imágenes del Gobernador y una serie de frases, entre las cuales destacaba: "Confiamos en vos y así nos pagás".
En una entrevista con Diario Uno, el hacker aseguró: “Tengo acceso total a todas las web del Gobierno. Pero no quiero hacer más daño, tengo miedo de ir preso por una estupidez”.
comentario: Miusi muy lindo tu manifesto me hizo acordar mucho al manifesto hecho By The Menthor allí por el año 1986 para ser mas exacto el 8 de Enero de 1986, que reza así:
Loyd Blankenship - "The Menthor" - Gran bebedor de cervezas se ve que es, como debe ser. --"Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...
Damn kids. They're all alike.
But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?
I am a hacker, enter my world...
Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...
Damn underachiever. They're all alike.
I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."
Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.
I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I'm a smart ass.. Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...
Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.
And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...
Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...
You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.
Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.
I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike."
Me quedo con esta frase... "Si , soy un criminal, mi crimen es la curiosidad, mi crimen es juzgar a las personas por lo que dicen y piensan , no por como luzcan. Mi crimen es ser mas inteligente que ti, algo que nunca me vas a perdonar".- Mientras haya hackers en el mundo aun hay esperanzas...saludos
